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Lynn carefully observed the mother beast and her cubs. Their appearance was indeed peculiar—their body structure was more human-like, they walked upright, and had distinct limbs, yet they also possessed thick fur, sharp claws, and animalistic facial features. The eerie blue light in their eyes was particularly unusual, displaying some kind of supernatural quality.

“Perhaps it’s a native species of this island,” Lynn said, “or some extremely rare creature that our science has never recorded.”

“The Tunitak mentioned in the Yupik legends,” Sarah recalled the old woman’s story from last night, “is neither human nor beast. Perhaps this is the prototype of the legend.”

“If that’s the case, then this species may have lived on this island for hundreds or even thousands of years,” Lynn said, “hidden from human sight until now.”

Just as they were discussing, two more cubs poked their heads out of the burrow. They looked about the same size as the first one, and were curiously observing the outside world. The mother gave a low warning growl, but the cubs seemed more interested in the strangers than in fear.

One of the cubs even took a few steps toward Lynn. The mother immediately stretched out her arm to stop it, but the cub was too curious and bypassed its mother's arm, continuing to approach.

“Little guy, you’re really brave,” Lynn said, crouching down and remaining still, letting the cub decide for itself whether to approach.

The cub slowly walked up to Lynn, only two meters away, then stopped, tilting its head to look him over. It stretched out its little paw, waved it in the air, and made a sound like a giggle.

“It likes you,” Wolverine said, a slight smile playing on his lips—something rarely seen on his face.

The mother was clearly nervous; she took a step forward, ready to protect her cubs should any danger arise. But she was also observing Lynn's reaction, seemingly assessing whether he truly meant no harm.

Lynn slowly extended his hand, palm up, letting the cub decide for itself whether to touch him. The cub hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed its tiny paws on Lynn's hand. Although the paws were sharp, the cub was very careful and did not scratch him.

“Hello, little one,” Lynn said softly, “we won’t hurt you or your family.”

Seeing this, the mother animal's wariness lessened slightly. She let out a soft moan, and the cub, hearing it, reluctantly turned around and staggered back to its mother's side.

“I think we’ve built a certain level of trust,” Sarah said.

“But the problem isn’t solved yet,” Wolverine pointed out. “Even if we trust it now, the villagers won’t. They’re afraid, and fear leads to more conflict.”

“Then we need a solution,” Lynn stood up, “one that can protect this family while also making the villagers feel safe.”

He turned to the mother animal, unsure how much she would understand, “We need to establish a safe zone, a place where you and your children can live safely, and the villagers will stay away. Do you understand?”

The mother beast stared at Lynn, her deep blue eyes gleaming with intelligence. She slowly nodded—a clear, conscious gesture that proved she could indeed understand human language.

“My God, it really understands,” Sarah exclaimed.

“It’s not a beast,” Wolverine said. “It’s an intelligent being.”

Lynn continued, “We’ll talk to the villagers and set up no-go zones to make sure no one comes near this area again. But in exchange, you must stop the attacks. If anyone accidentally enters the no-go zone, warn them, drive them away, but don’t hurt them. Can you do that?”

The mother beast nodded again, then pointed to the distant cliffs and coastline, uttering a series of low growls. Though not in human language, the meaning was clear—this was her territory, and she needed this area to raise her cubs.

“About how big?” Lynn asked, though he wasn’t sure if he could express it.

The mother beast thought for a moment, then used her claws to draw a roughly circular area on the snow, about two to three miles in radius, centered on the cliff.

“This area is quite large,” Sarah said, “but it’s an area that rarely gets visited.”

"And most of it is cliffs and rocks, unsuitable for human activity," Wolverine added. "Only the occasional hunter or fisherman passes through."

“Then we can put up warning signs at the border,” Lynn said, “not just simple ‘No Entry,’ but to explain that this is a wildlife sanctuary where dangerous animals are present.”

"Will the villagers accept it?" Sarah asked worriedly.

“They have to accept it,” Lynn said. “It’s the best solution. And we can explain the truth to them—or at least part of it. Tell them there’s a rare animal here raising its young, and it’s just protecting its offspring, not attacking them maliciously.”

“But don’t mention its intelligence,” Wolverine said. “If people knew it could think and understand, scientists, researchers, even those seeking novelty would flock to it. That would be worse.”

“Agreed,” Lynn nodded. “We’ll keep it a secret. In the official report, we’ll only say that the cause of the attack was found—a protected wild animal that has reached a coexistence agreement with the local community.”

The mother seemed to understand their discussion. She gave a low call, and the three cubs immediately ran to her side. She embraced them with her massive arms, then looked up at Lynn.

There was gratitude, trust, and a mother's unwavering resolve in her eyes—she was willing to do anything to protect her child, including trusting these strange humans.

“We will keep our promise,” Lynn assured it. “You and your family will be safe.”

The mother animal gave them one last look before turning and leading her cubs deeper into the cave. The cubs looked back reluctantly, one of them even waving its tiny paw as if saying goodbye.

The three finally breathed a sigh of relief after they had completely disappeared into the darkness.

“I never expected it to end like this,” Sarah said. “I thought we were facing a bloodthirsty monster.”

“Often, so-called ‘monsters’ are just creatures driven to the brink of despair,” Wolverine said, a hint of melancholy in his voice. “They’re not evil; they’re just trying to survive and protect what they love in their own way.”

“You’re right,” Lynn said, looking towards the cave, “and our job is to find a way for all life to coexist peacefully.”

They began their return to the village. On the way, Wolverine suddenly spoke up: “You know, I’ve seen a lot of conflict between humans and mutants. Most of the time, it stems from misunderstanding and fear. If people were as willing as you are today, willing to stop and understand, many tragedies could be avoided.”

“But most people can’t do it,” Lynn said, “because understanding takes courage and requires letting go of prejudice.”

“Yes,” Wolverine nodded, “so I chose to leave, to hide in a place like this. But today has reminded me why I was once willing to fight.”

“To protect those who cannot protect themselves,” Lynn said.

“Yes,” Wolverine said, “whether it’s humans or other life.”

It was afternoon when they returned to the village. John and Tom immediately came to greet them, anxiously asking what had happened.

"So? Did you find that thing?" John asked.

“Found it,” Lynn said, “but the situation is more complicated than we thought.” They gathered the villagers at the community center, and Lynn explained the discovery to them—a rare animal was raising its young in the northern cliff area, and its attacks on humans were out of protective instinct, not malice.

"What kind of animal?" someone asked.

“An animal we haven’t fully classified yet, possibly a species endemic to the Arctic,” Lynn replied, “but importantly, we now have some kind of understanding with it. It will stop attacking humans as long as we don’t enter its territory.”

"You mean it can understand us?" the old woman asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“In a way, yes,” Lynn said cautiously, “just as some intelligent animals can learn to avoid danger and distinguish between friends and enemies.”

John thought for a moment, then asked, "So what do we need to do?"

“Establish a restricted area, within three miles of the northern cliffs,” Lynn said. “Post warning signs to inform everyone not to enter that area. That way, it and its cubs can live safely, and the villagers will no longer be threatened.”

“Three miles,” Tom calculated. “That area is rarely visited; it’s mostly steep cliffs and rocks.”

“Exactly,” Lynn said, “so this restriction won’t have a significant impact on everyone’s daily lives.”

“But what if someone accidentally walks in?” someone asked worriedly.

“The creature will warn them and scare them away, but it won’t cause serious harm,” Lynn explained. “As long as people leave immediately upon seeing the warning, there will be no danger.”

The villagers began to discuss it; some expressed their support, while others remained afraid. Finally, John stood up and spoke.

“We Yupik people have lived on this land for thousands of years, and we know how to live in harmony with nature,” he said. “If this creature is simply trying to protect its young, then we should respect it. We will establish restricted areas and educate our children to stay away from those areas.”

Most villagers nodded in agreement. With the support of the tribal leaders, the solution could be implemented.

After the meeting, Lynn found Wolverine. "Thank you for your help, Logan. We couldn't have made it this far without you."

“I just did what I was supposed to do,” Wolverine said. “And it’s helped me understand some things.”

"whats the matter?"

“Perhaps complete isolation isn’t the answer,” Wolverine said. “Perhaps what I need isn’t to distance myself from everyone, but to find something worth protecting. That mother beast and her cubs remind me of something.”

“Family?” Lynn asked.

“Something like that,” Wolverine said, “duty, purpose, meaning. Those are what make us more than just beasts.”

"So what would you do?"

“I’ll stay here for a while longer to complete my training,” Wolverine said, “but then I might return to that world and find my place.”

“The X-Men are always ready to welcome you,” Lynn said.

“I know,” Wolverine smiled, “but first, I need to make sure peace on this island is maintained. I’ll stay for a few weeks to monitor the area, making sure no one violates the ban and that the Mother Beast keeps her promise.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you,” Lynn said. “And if you need any help, feel free to contact the FBI.”

“I will,” Wolverine said, then turned and left. “Take care, Hall. You’re a good man.”

“You too, Logan,” Lynn replied.

Watching Wolverine disappear into the snowfield, Lynn felt a strange sense of satisfaction. This case hadn't ended with arrest or killing, but with understanding and coexistence. This was the best ending.

"Ready to go home?" Sarah asked as she walked over.

“Ready?” Lynn said, “but first, we need to write a report. This report is going to be very interesting.”

"How to say?"

“Because we can’t write the whole truth,” Lynn said, “but what we do write must be enough to convince the FBI and local authorities to implement the ban. It needs some clever wording.”

“Leave it to me,” Sarah said. “I’m good at writing those reports that are ‘technically correct but omit key details.’”

Lynn smiled. "That's why you're such a great partner."

The next morning, Lynn stood outside the cabin and spoke with Supervisor Jensen via satellite phone. The polar morning air was crisp and clear, and the sunlight reflected off the snow with a blinding gleam.

“The case was handled beautifully, Lynn,” Jason’s voice came through the phone. “The governor’s office is very pleased with the outcome. Establishing a wildlife sanctuary was a brilliant solution.”

“Thank you, sir,” Lynn said, “but I have a request.”

"Go ahead."

“I’d like to request a leave of absence,” Lynn said, “about two to three weeks.”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. "This isn't like you, Lynn. You're usually eager to get back to work. What happened?"

Lynn gazed at the distant snowfield, contemplating his words. "In recent months, I've experienced many intense situations. The battle with Cruz, yesterday's encounter with that creature. I've realized that while my skills are sufficient for most situations, my limits are evident when facing truly superhuman threats."

“You want to train,” Jason understood.

“Yes,” Lynn confessed, “and I have a rare opportunity. Wolverine—Logan—will be here for a while. He has extensive combat experience and near-invincible fighting abilities. If I could learn something from him…”

“That’s an interesting idea,” Jason said. “And indeed, improving your capabilities would benefit the FBI. Let me check the recent case schedule.” (End of Chapter)